On Vox: Spanning the galaxy.....or just the internet.
Hey folks.
What you're about to read here is a recent entry that I made available only in my MySpace (add me if you wish) blog.
If you are a LiveJournal user, you are reading this blog courtesy of Vox, another community run by Six Apart (owner of LiveJournal and other sites). I've enabled cross posting so that the few people who still read my LJ can keep up with me. It also makes it a whole lot easier on my end (not having to copy and paste entries more that 2 times).
So here is the blog in it's entirety. Comment as you see fit.
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No. This is not "it". This is not the rant that I've been promising to unleash on you all some weeks (or has it been over a month?) ago. That masterpiece is still hidden deep within the dark parts of my mind.....er...... and somewhere on a text file that I cannot currently remember the name of. Whatever the case, it's not finished. But it will be. Oh, it will be. But until then, you'll have to settle with this offering.
You may or may have not noticed (depending on your level of dedication to or stalking of this blog) that I do not often make my personal life the subject of my musings. Part of it is because I honestly don't have much to say that really would hold your interest. The other part has to do with what happened between me and the big, bad Guitar Center just over a year ago.
If you don't know exactly what I am referring to in regards to Guitar Center, I'll give you a bit of insight without going too far into it. Bill can't afford some sort of slander law suit, afterall.
The Suit On The Grassy Knoll
You see, there was once this social group (which is now deleted) here on MySpace where Guitar Center employees came to talk about work, vent about work, and so on. And well, you see boys and girls, it turns out that large corporations like to peer into MySpace and peak around to see if they can't find a "bad seed" within their cesspool so that they can quietly weed it out. Long story short, I "outed" some truths and I was weeded. Honestly, it was for the best.
Getting canned from Guitar Center didn't irk me in the slightest. It wasn't as if I couldn't fall back on home remodeling. It sure as hell paid more. And although it sucked that I didn't get a chance to really say goodbye to the friends I had made during my second run for that soul sucking establishment, it didn't depress me all that much.**If your kids can read, now would be the time to send them away**
What really pissed me off was that I was fired by a souless, greedy cocksucker like the fuck that fired me (I won't name names). The only thing that really made me laugh in the end was the pink slip (yep, I actually got one) that they sent me in the mail along with my final "paycheck". It stated "Bill Harris bragged about using MySpace on company time". What it should have said was "Bill Harris told the truth about the horrible pay and the fact that his manager is a shit eating scum fucker".
So anyway, that's pretty much why I don't talk about my personal life here on MySpace.com. You never know who is reading it. You can make your profile private, sure. But shit happens. I'm not saying that I've become some sort of a conspiracy theorist or anything, but......you know. Big brother is out there. The black helicopters are real. Those little strips in your money are fucking tracking devices, man! The terrorist attacks were an inside job! Dick Clark is a animatronic robot who is watching our every........just kidding. Although I kinda do believe in that Dick Clark thing.
Anyway, I figured that it'd be nice to do one personal update every now and then just so that those of you who don't see or talk to me on a regular basis know what's going on in Billville. So here it goes.......
Movin' On Up (or down, rather)
Not sure if you were aware, but I've been "officially" living with my girlfriend, Effie, since this past October. We live in an apartment in Buffalo Grove. Really, it's more like on the boarder of Deerfield and Wheeling. Anyway, you get the idea of the general area if you live in or around the Chicagoland area. Well, they are jacking our rent to an unreasonable level, so we decided to get out of Dodge while we still owned shoes. So this coming May, we are moving down to Arlington Heights.
It's a pretty nice place, really. The new apartment is about 1200 square feet, two bedroom/two bath. It's got elevators, cental air, paid utilities, and a ton of old people. Seriously, man. At first, I thought we were signing on to live with the stage cast for Cocoon. But at least it'll be quiet, right? I mean, we might hear Wheel Of Fortune blasting from below us every now and then, but we pretty much have a guarantee that we won't be hearing anyone having sex. And if I fucking do hear that, you'll be reading another blog about how I'm moving again. Real soon. Seriously, though. It's a pretty cool place. I'm looking forward to it. Oh, and to sooth your minds and backs, we are hiring movers.
Working For The Man (again)
Last November, I left the family home remodeling company in search of health insurance and steady work. I found myself working for Century Tile. It's a Chicago based floor and wall coverings store. If you watch The Golden Girls early in the morning, you may catch a commerical if you reside in the Chicagoland area. And you've probably passed at least one of the 12 locations at some point.
I'm selling tile and other building materials over there. And while it may not be as fun as Guitar Center in terms of the environment, it sure as hell pays better. Well, that may be an exaggeration. You really have to work your ass of to get anywhere there. But if you do, it can pay off.
The crew at Century is a little different than at GC, obviously. But they are all cool for the most part. There is only one guy that I really have a "problem" with, but I can skate by him for the time being. The biggest upside there is the management. Not once have they made me feel like a worthless sack of shit. And hey, that's a plus no matter where you're at. Is it my dream job? Do I wake up happy to be going to work? No. Hell no. But for now, it's paying the bills. And I'll be there until something a whole lot better comes around.
In case you're interested, my father is selling bathroom designs for a contracting firm out in Naperville. He's working his ass off, but he says he enjoys the work. I'm thankful for that. Hopefully he'll stick with it. If there is one guy that my father can't see eye to eye with, it's "the man".
Other than that, everything is pretty much the same with me. Not much going on in the music front. I'd like to start something small once I'm moved and settled in now that I have Saturdays off again. I don't want anything major. Just a little group to gig out maybe once a month. We'll see what comes of that. Otherwise, the second bedroom in the new apartment will be set up as a music room/office/guest room where I can do some recording. And even that would be good enough to suit my creative needs.
Well, it's getting late and I can feel my funny well running dry. So this is where I leave you all for now. Hope you are all well. If you're reading this, drop a note just to say hey. It'd be appreciated. Take care and as always.........
Thanks for reading.
Originally posted on thebill1979.vox.com